Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!
What You'll Find Here
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
Anacosta Heights
Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.
Dupont Circle
Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.
Hawethorn Village
Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.
River Dale
River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.
Speak for yourself, there is nothing pretty about a sobbing, drooling, snotty mess;
Posted on May 03, 2014 by Harley Westward;
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"Hoards of cats? Come now, the time for pet hoarding is long overdone. We only have one dog and.. one wall cat whose days are numbered.... Any. Day.. now." She lets her voice fall as the idle threat slips away from her, still betraying her disdain for the foul monstrosity adorning their rather bleak walls (insert eye twitch). She narrowed those oh so intimidating eyes, oh yes Harley looked and sounded damn insane, like she was meant for a mental ward and not their apartment. " You mock me now, just you wait. You will blink and then that time will be here and I will tell you I told you so. Unless I meet an early grave, all too possible knowing me." She paused with a nonchalant shrug, her lips like a dam giving way into a reluctant wide absurd grin. However her ludicrous dramatics were not quite through, she was in a strange mood that she allowed to fester and rambling like a timeworn muttering fool. Seth, their raven black old tried and true Sheppard hadn't even opened an eye. Clearly he hadn't thought anything of his owner's strange and humourous display. His legs twitched restlessly as if running in his dream-like state, claws scraping against the floor, no doubt chasing some cats in his blissful canine reverie. It distracted her from Isolt's words for a moment; her attention fell fondly to the dog even when she still listened to her roommate's counter. Isolt's response earned her a sarcastic gleam, mischievous and yet only a pinch of her usual goading. She drops her smartass remarks for now at the mentioning of a festival, hell she could have said come food shopping and Harley would have taken the bait. Tipping her head to the side she observes her. "Festival you say? I suppose I could throw on something and look like my amazing youthful self in no time." Her eyes glitter in good humour. Isolt stuck her behind out right at her, the gesture made the raven haired woman roll her eyes, shaking her head from left to right. Harley leaned forward grabbing a pillow that was laying uselessly at her side, with a hefty hurl she tossing it straight for the back of her luscious crimson locked head. "Honey, I hate to break it to you. You look like a sumo wrestler tried to slip into size 2 jeans." Obviously lying through her damn teeth before she scoffed. "Be fucking real Is, if you want to see what junk in the trunk looks like, look at this ass over here. " She stands suddenly, stretching lazily with her arms in the air before sticking out her butt toward her friend wiggling it at her before careening around to peer upon her most trusted confidant, amusement glittering wickedly in the depths of those violet eyes, as the strands of her rich raven locks fell into her face. Oh yes, one... maybe two truly did fly over the coocoos nest. HARLEY WESTWARD ↛ one part saint, two parts sinner ↛ |
Replies
- there's beauty in the breakdown - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on May 12, 2014 at 5:38 PM
- We are defiant; - By Harley Westward; on May 27, 2014 at 5:27 PM
- there's beauty in the breakdown - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on June 05, 2014 at 5:58 PM